Father's Day

What a great day for Dad. At Church this morning I realised that I have something in common with God. We are both "Fathers". The main difference is that He had only one son, and I have had eight. Of course Jimmy is now dead (himself an honored father) and one son didn't make it past 24 hours. AND, I have an honored daughter. When the Pastor asked for congregational prayer this moring (something I don't take lightly) I thanked God that He let's us call him Father, and that I am myself a father.

Then, this afternoon I sat for most of the day enjoying the U.S. Open Golf match with my youngest son and receivng telephone calls from all of the others - Ken, Ann, David, Will, and Paul. It was good to catch up with them and to know their love for the "Old Man." Be it here known that I love each of you, your spouses and your own kids.

Dad

OoPS!

Dear daughter (Morning Star) suggests that I tell this tale of a planned hospital visit. When the date was set for knee surgery I informed a number of friends including my Pastor. Later (well 2 or 3 times) he asked about the date. I chided him on his memory, and we had a laugh. The morning following the scheduled surgery (which, by now, you know was cancelled) I got a call and finally recognized the voice as that of Pastor Ross. The night before I had sent an e-mail to my blogger list of "Baptist Friends". Ross asked about my health, and told me that he had called the Clinic the previous night and was talk that Yes, they had a Jim Taylor and he was in ICU. Ross showed up at the usual time they will let visitors in (8:30 p.m.) and was told that he couldn't see Jim until 9 o'clock. He sat in the waiting room waiting and doing some reading, etc. At around 9 he went in and when he got to the area where "Jim" was it was a total surprise to both parties.

I checked my Baptist Friends list and found that I had somehow neglected to include the Church e-mail address. I thanked Pastor for his good thoughts and was pleased that he had followed up with the phone call.

There, DD, have I done my duty?

Bum Knee

Several years ago I was in a car/pedestrian accident. I was the pedestrian. I was in Glendive, MT on my way to visit son Jimmy and started across the main street in a pedestrian walkway. The cars in three lanes had stopped and I didn't notice the one in the inside lane - on my blind side. The driver didn't notice me either untl to late. She slammed on the brakes, but I was hit on the left knee and sent flat out landing full body to the pavement. X-rays at the local hospital were taken and nothing was broken. I drove on to Dickinson, ND, bought a cane, and completed my visit. In the summer of 2005 Betty and I drove from Bilings to Lake George, NY. Along the way I began to feel real pain in the left knee. It didn't get any better over or back. That summer I had an X-Ray taken and it revealed that the knee was bone on bone. We were busy the rest of the summer and I thought that I might have surgery in the winter. Sadly, Betty died in early December so there would be no one at home to look after me so nothing was done.

This Spring I decided that the knee wasn't getting any better and that I might as well explore surgery. I went to the surgeon I had talked with before. More x-rays and same results. We decided to go ahead with an operation. Turns out that Dr. Fischer has as his primary physician the same guy I go to. He talked with Dr. Gerstner who suggested that it might be wise to have me checked out by my Cardiologist since I have a histoy of two by-pass surgeries and had just had stents placed last September. The Cardiologist is new to me having replaced my previous doctor who has retired. She immediatly ordered an Echo Cardiogram and a Nuclear Stress Test with an Angiogram to follow. I got the impression that I had done pretty well on each of these. On the treadmill I got my heart rate up to over 120 before there was any Angina. It was interesting to hear what the man who was to do the Angiogram said when he heard who his next patient was to be. "What's he doing back here?" I felt that it is good to be known.

Tuesday morning, with Surgery schedule for Wednesday, Dr. Fischer called me at home. He had had a conversation with Dr. Zirpoli about the Angio. Zirpoli told him that my chances of sigificant heart problems consequent to such surgery were about 1 in 4. Fischer then told me that any decision about proceeding was up to me. I am not immobile. The main problem is getting down on my hands and knees (something I seldom have to do) and putting a sock on the left foot. I decided that I could continue to live with that and told him I'd prefer to cancel. It was than that Dr. Fischer was able to say that that was a wise decision.

I cannot thank these people enough for their care and evaluation of my condition. Other people may have problems with their medical situations. I haven't found that to be the case ever during my 45 plus years of being a patient at the Billings Clinic - formerly the Billings Deaconess Hospital. I know that this a long recital, but it has really been for my own benefit. If you have finished it - thanks.

Busy sort of day

Well, maybe not that busy. I saw my new Cardiologist this morning. She was scheduled at 8:20 a.m. and showed up about 8:40. We had a nice talk, she listen to my heart and made the usual comment of one listening for the first time. There is one heck of a murmer due to some opening in an aortic valve. I remember my Internest saying some time ago: " I wish I had a student with me now." Any way the visit was scheduled by my orthopedic surgeon who wanted approval of the heart people before committing knee surgery. I had an echo exam this morning and will have a nuclear stress test next Tuesday at 7 a.m. The results to be reported to me by Dr. D . . . on Wednesday.

I came home, had some breakfast, did some work on the computer and then went shopping for some stuff to help fill the larder for when I am gone from June 13 to ??? for the new Knee. Or is that "knu knee"?

Pete and I have now gotten the freezer in the basement empty and all our appropriate goods are in the new Refrigerator/Freezer. There is a bit less room now for frozen goods, but it will be enough for the two of us and the occasional guest.

I just read the Sunday sermon from a Pastor in Iowa that I find very thoughtful. He calls attention to the fact that in the Church Year June 3rd in Trinity Sunday and he quote a couple of ancients who had their own idea of the difficulty of dealing with the concept of "God in three Persons, blessed Trinity." To wit:

It is possible to ruin a perfectly good worship service by talking about something like the Trinity. The British preacher Colin Morris once said, “Any preacher with good sense will call in sick on Trinity Sunday.”

John Wesley once said, "Show me a worm that can comprehend a human being, and then I will show you a human being that can comprehend the Triune God."

Martin Luther's comment was even more to the point. "To try to deny the Trinity endangers your salvation,” he said; “To try to comprehend the Trinity endangers your sanity."

It's a great sermon if you are interested. Here is his URL; http://www.geocities.com/fbcames/

Memorial Day 2007

Watching TV tonight (May 27, 2007) I have had some angry and some tearful thoughts about the United States involvement in the War against Iraq. When we first went to war in that area there seemed to be some legitimate reason to be so involved. Iraq under the leadership of Saddam had invaded another small country. Our President, George H.W. Bush, was able to get the backing of many other countries and an all out, well planned, assault took place with the Gulf War soon over - mission truly accomplished.

Our current attack quite apparently was ill conceived and little if any thought was given to the possible outcome of such attack. Some have suggested that the current President was angry at Saddam because his father had possibly been threatened by that regime. The thinking was expressed that Iraq was in the process of going nuclear. It is not clear that this was all made up “out of whole cloth.” Among those on the National Memorial Day Concert on PBS tonight was Gen’l Colin Powell. I have often felt sorry for the part he played before the United Nations with a lot of false information he was fed by Rumsfeld and others.

Most of all what has got me “ticked off” tonight was a story on 60 Minutes about the National Guard troops of Iowa (I lived in that State for four years) who have been in Iraq expecting to be home by now and who are now required to spend another three months on foreign duty because of the Surge. A defence posture that our President now feels will lead to victory. He declares that he wants to spread democracy. My question is what gives him the audacity to believe that he can determine what sort of government people want to live under. For my part, I’d like to live under the kind of government I grew up with in my youth - the 1920’s, the 1930’s, the 1940’s. Not the kind of government that decides whose house might be searched with impunity, or whose name can be put on a “no fly” list because it resembles that of another who is a suspected terrorist.

The other thing that touched my heart tonight was the story of Jim and Sarah Wade as told during the Memorial Concert. Jim’s crew was ordered to turn around and retrace the path they has just come. His Humvee set off an IED which they had passed over safely the first time. He lost an arm and a leg and had severe brain injuries. Fortunately prompt medical care and relocation to Walter Reed was positive. The most positive thing, however was the continual care and protection provided by Sarah. Some sort of clerical error considered him dead and he was cut off the pay roll for a couple of months. Sarah got him well enough that they were finally married in the Court House rather than the wedding she had dreamed of. They were at the Concert this night. I could not help but think of how many other wounded veterans have been inadequately treated both physically and monetarily.

How long, O Lord? How Long?

Past History

I had occasion yesterday to clean out my bedroom closet. There were some shoe boxes there with a lot of past corresspondence. The first envelope I saw was addressed to "James R." I know immediately who that was from. Only one person has ever addressed me in that way. Probably from my addressing her as "Harriet C." I first knew this lovely young lady in College as "Harriet". Her family called her "Betty" since there was a grandmother (Mom) called "Harriet". When we were married I suggested that Clarkson was to good a name to lose completely so instead of Betty her legal name should be "Harriet C. Taylor". We weren't into hyphens back in 1949. Any way, the letter to James R. was a birthday card in October 1980 when I was still in the hospital from my second heart by-pass surgery. This sweet thing had written on the card: "To my next to new Husband from his old wife: and signed it Betty which she scratched out and wrote "Harriet."

Among the keepsakes were several letters addressed to Betty Clarkson from various guys who were in the military during WW II. One of them had the temerity to address her as, "Dear Sweetheart". Another talked about what a great gal she was. She did do her part during the war by keeping in touch with the military. I've seen these letters before so it was no big deal. The picture is from 1943 so one can easily see how guys might be enamored by such beauty. I'm glad she matured and saved all that for me. And is it any wonder that I still miss her.

Joke?

For lack of anything else of importance at this time here's a joke from The Huffington Post

Bush at the Pearly Gates

Einstein dies and goes to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, Saint Peter tells him, "You look like Einstein, but you have NO idea the lengths that some people will go to sneak into Heaven. Can you prove who you really are?"

Einstein ponders for a few seconds and asks, "Could I have a blackboard and some chalk?"

Saint Peter snaps his fingers and a blackboard and chalk instantly appear. Einstein proceeds to describe with arcane mathematics and symbols his theory of relativity. Saint Peter is suitably impressed. "You really ARE Einstein!" he says. "Welcome to heaven!"

The next to arrive is Picasso. Once again, Saint Peter asks for credentials. Picasso asks, "Mind if I use that blackboard and chalk?" Saint Peter says, "Go ahead." Picasso erases Einstein's equations and sketches a truly stunning mural with just a few strokes of chalk. Saint Peter claps. "Surely you are the great artist you claim to be!" he says. "Come on in!"

Then Saint Peter looks up and sees George W. Bush. Saint Peter scratches his head and says, "Einstein and Picasso both managed to prove their identity. How can you prove yours?"

George W. looks bewildered and says, "Who are Einstein and Picasso?"

Saint Peter sighs and says, "Come on in, George."

George Bush and the Queen

While visiting England, George Bush is invited to tea with the Queen. He asks her what her leadership philosophy is. She says that it is to surround herself with intelligent people.

Bush asks how she knows if they're intelligent.

"I do so by asking them the right questions," says the Queen. "Allow me to demonstrate."

Bush watches as the Queen phones Tony Blair and says, "Mr. Prime Minister, please answer this question: your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or sister. Who is it?"

Tony Blair responds, "It's me, ma'am."

"Correct. Thank you and good-bye, sir," says the Queen. She hangs up and says, "Did you get that, Mr. Bush?"

Bush nods: "Yes ma'am. Thanks a lot. I'll definitely be using that!"

Bush, upon returning to Washington, decides he'd better put the Chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee to the test. Bush summons Jesse Helms to the White House and says, "Senator Helms, I wonder if you can answer a question for me."

"Why, of course, sir. What's on your mind?"

Bush poses the question: "Uhh, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or your sister. Who is it?"

Helms hems and haws and finally asks, "Can I think about it and get back to you?"

Bush agrees, and Helms leaves. He immediately calls a meeting of other senior Republican senators, and they puzzle over the question for several hours, but nobody can come up with an answer. Finally, in desperation, Helms calls Colin Powell at the State Department and explains his problem.

"Now lookee here, son, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or your sister. Who is it?"

Powell answers immediately, "It's me, of course."

Much relieved, Helms rushes back to the White House, finds George Bush, and exclaims, "I know the answer, sir! I know who it is! It's Colin Powell!"

And Bush replies in disgust, "Wrong, it's Tony Blair!"

View from the kitchen

For the last several days as I have stood at the kitchen sink this apple blossom has called to me. All of the other blossoms have long since dropped off, and I assume are about the business of "making apples". I can only think of how much joy this single beauty would have brought to Betty. Now that she is gone I'm the one who spends time at the sink washing up yesterdays dishes. And enjoying its purity. Long may she bloom.

We were young & carefree - Once

I've always loved this picture. It was taken somewhere at a reststop/picnic area on the Oregon Coast as we were traveling to Bandon for a visit in the summer of 1985. Betty would have been 59 and I would have been 60. We were, indeed, still young and carefree. We took the hats with us as they somehow spoke to our joy together. That beautiful smile of Betty's is in nearly every picture I have of her including all of the pictures taken at our wedding and reception.

Ancient Letter

May 1, 2007

The stuff you find when going through old files. E.g. this letter to my mother on Air Corps stationary over 63 years ago. And I have one written a year earlier while I was still in High School just before turning 18. It pretty much decried the War. Here’s the later one.

Hamilton Field
11 November 1943

Dear Mother:

Armistice Day! That strikes a familiar tone doesn’t it? No School. Banks closed. Stores closed all or part of the day. But not so on Hamilton Field. Work goes on just the same in striving for another day. Not an Armistice day, but a day of unconditional surrender. On this day twenty-five years ago the order to “cease firing” went down the line, but not today. The order is fire and fire again. Push the enemy back relentlessly until he gives in to utter defeat. Twenty five years ago the munitions factories began to shut down; their task done. Now the order is to “work harder” and increase production towards victory. Still we paused today for a minute to pay tribute to those who lost their lives over two decades ago that there might not be another war, and, ironically, to those who have given their lives in this war the result of the last. At eleven o’clock every man and woman on the post stood at attention while taps was played and then went back to work to help bring about a day of peace. One short minute of tribute and many days of sweat to resolve that those “dead shall not have died in vain.”
Chaplain Shiery got his orders yesterday and moves on to the Chaplain’s replacement pool at Lowery Field, Denver, Saturday.
Everything has been distressingly quiet around here today,. Fred is still in the hospital and Chaplain Close is out on a trip to the satellite bases. Chaplain Smith has been in and out all day and Chaplain Burke (Catholic) is in “frisco so his ass’t isn’t here either. I’ve just had the Chapel to myself most of the day. There hasn’t even been many calls, although I did take a call from a woman who is the head of the Christian Endeavour for Marin County and she wants me to see if I can get some fellows to speak at the 1st Congregational Church for a special program for Service Personnel. I may do it myself if I can get out. It’s been so long since I spoke before a group that it would be a pleasure to do a little something. The trouble is getting a pass. I may be able to get one through the Chapel.
Well, I don’t have any more news and I really should go up to visit Fred so I’ll close for now.
Love,
James


Fred was a fellow from Little Washington, PA. Not sure why he was in hospital. I was at Hamilton for over seas replacement, but by the end of the Month had been discharged and sent home. I got duty as a Chaplain's Assistant. It beat the heck out of other kinds of KP, etc. one had to do while waiting decisions.

On Eating out

Tonight I was by myself since Pete was out to a Bar-B-Cue with friends. K-Mart had a special on soda (Pepsi) and also had advertised Turf Builder +2 in this morning's paper. I thought to buy that stuff and go on out to dinner. The fertilizer was not available so I went down to Lowe's and found that they had the stuff in a spray bottle. Much easier to use than getting out the spreader. Since I was in the territory I decided to go to Red Lobster and try the shrimp special. It was very filling and good.

The only thing wrong with the evening is that I was alone. The last time I was there was a couple of years ago with Annie, Pete, and Betty. The last time I was out to eat was with David and Pete at Famous Dave's. Before that it was nearly a year ago at Perkins with Willie and Karyn and David following Jimmy's funeral and I had driven them to Billings to catch a plane. I'm here to tell you that eating out alone is not pleasant. I kept thinking of how long Betty took to eat her salad. The meal always came before she had finished. I kept looking across the table and there was nothing but empty space. Supper at home by myself isn't so bad. It is unlikely that I will go out on the town soon for supper. Guess I should have just gone to Arby's for take out and brought it home.

Waiting

I've sent this out recently to family, but thought to share it again with any who happen to read this Blog. April 14, 2007

I have a lot of correspondence and stuff from years past that I look at once in a while. Here’s another stab at poetry. It is dated 5/17/51: I was at Penn State and Betty was in Ceredo with her parents and our first son, Kenneth. She joined me toward the end of June. We moved to Davenport, IA later that summer.

Darling,

We wait for a lot of little things.

Wait for subways, busses;

Wait for phones to ring;

Wait for the cloudy day to pass.

Wait for night to come, and

Wait for it to go.

Wait for summer’s sun, and

Wait for winter’s snow.

Wait for things that matter;

Wait for those that don’t.

Wait with anticipation,

Wait with aching heart.

Wait, and curse the waiting

Wait for you.

Wait!

Fifty eight years ago this day I was privileged to marry this lovely young lady. We shared our life together for just over 56 years when she died after a brief battle with leukemia just a few short weeks after her 80th birthday. I will be forever grateful that all 7 of our children were with us when we celebrated the birthday. A number of them were here for the Thanksgiving that followed and 3 of them with spouses and childrenn were with us in ICU when her gracious heart stopped beating. Just a few months later I lost a son who had been fighting lung cancer for a number of years. It is a good feeling to know that he was with us for the Birthday and Thanksgiving, and that he is now with his Mother. It is also a source of strength to know that I still have a big, loving family of children, daughters and son in-law, and grandchildren. I cherish them all, and I cherish life.

US Constitution

I saw an interesting bumper sticker this afternoon as I was coming out of the grocery store parking lot: "Repeal the 17th amendment". I had to admit to myself that I surely did not know what the 17th amendment was all about. Putting US Constitution in Google brought up multiple sites. No problem, but the problem of why one would want it amended. It simply says that Senators shall be elected by popular vote.

Amendment 17 - Senators Elected by Popular Vote. Ratified 4/8/1913.

The Senate of the United States shall be composed of two Senators from each State, elected by the people thereof, for six years; and each Senator shall have one vote. The electors in each State shall have the qualifications requisite for electors of the most numerous branch of the State legislatures.

When vacancies happen in the representation of any State in the Senate, the executive authority of such State shall issue writs of election to fill such vacancies: Provided, That the legislature of any State may empower the executive thereof to make temporary appointments until the people fill the vacancies by election as the legislature may direct.

This amendment shall not be so construed as to affect the election or term of any Senator chosen before it becomes valid as part of the Constitution.

The only reason I can think of as to why there might be such a movement is the obscene amount of money being raised by
Senators and Representatives to "buy" their way into office. In particular PAC money.

Doctor's Visit

I've just returned from a visit with my Internist. All the stuff about Medicare and uncaring doctors is given the shift by my man. He was originally Betty's doc and I started going to him when my Cardiologist suggested it might be well to have a "regular" doctor. My appointment was for 9:30 a.m. and I was called into the office on time. Instead of the 5-10 minutes often mentioned by others I was tested throrougly and passed pretty well. I left the office around 10:10 a.m. My Cholesterol was a total of 157. These are better figures than ever before. The LDL was 110 with a reference range of 0-159. HDL was 34, in the low end of the range. Trilycerides were at 65 which is in the middle of the normal range. The results in total blood work were all within normal range considering I had fasted for 14 hours. Lungs sounded good and BP was 120/71. I see him again in October.

Actually I do feel good health wise, and am glad to be able to do my every day activities inspite of the knee conditions. I started to say "knee pain", but that would not be quite true. It is periodic and not severe and it is a rare occasion when I take acetominophin.

Two Lips

After Pete shoveled the 8 plus inches of yesterday's snow off the driveway we drove to Mark's and Rosanna's place in the hills south of the Yellowstone. I had been hesitant about this drive earlier because of the snow, but brother John called and offered us a ride. Well, if he can make it so can I. Actually the snowplows had been out, it was warming up, and the drive was basically without consequence. We had a good visit with family and by 11 o'clock as we headed home the snow was pretty much gone from the roads, and some were actually dry.

When we got home as I got the mail I noticed the above tulips in bloom next to the house. What to do, but to get a picture to share with all.

I am not a gardener!

I am a Canna What Flower Are You?

If this thing works you will see what kind of flower I am although the quiz philappa posted is obviously for the opposite sex. At least the Canna post says something about my curmudgedness. The "preview" shows that it works.

"You stand up for what you believe in, even if it gets in the way of what other people think. You are proud of yourself and your accomplishments and you enjoy letting people know that."

Snow

It was i the mid-70's in Billings, MT last Sunday when a friend asked if we were through with snow for the year. I reminded him that we still had to get through April. My memory goes back several years to a truly heavy snowfall in mid-April which covered most of Eastern Montana, and with a temperture in the sub-zero range, much of early Spring growth had to start all over again.

Well, we didn' t have to wait for April, of course. When I got up this morning the ground was white and it was snowing heavily. Now, about noon, the sun is shining and the snow is not long for this land. At least it was a wet one and so the promise of using the lawn mower in late April has some merit. It has been pretty dry around here for much of the Winter and any moisture is welcome - especially when we don't have to shovel it.

Peace

For the last several years I have been a member of the Board of the Institute for Peace Studies at Rocky Mountain College. I have served as Secretary for the Board since 2002. Tonight we will be having a Spring Fling banquet as a money raiser to benefit our various projects such as an annual Festival of Cultures on Peace Sunday in June to celebrate the diverse population of this area; an annual Peace Camp for youngsters who need to learn how to deal with conflict in their lives; a mid-winter symposian for women in the area so that they can learn to deal with finances and live comfortably even though their wages are often less than that of men in comparable jobs. We have also held periodic Symposia dealing with understanding international conflict -such as the Palestinian problem. This is a part of our educational focus. We attempt to educate and not "take a stand".

This Blog all started bcause I have been thinking of how Jeanette Rankin of Montana voted against the US going to war both at the time of WW I and again WW II. That was during in epoch when the Congress could vote on whether or not we go to War. Rankin was, of course, outvoted, but each year the Institute has awarded a Jeanette Rankin Peace award to some person with close ties to Montana. The first to receive this award was Sen. Mike Mansfield. Most recently it has gone to a local lady who has worked diligently for fellow black citizens in Billings including serving as a prison chaplain. A couple of years ago I was able to nominate Sen. George McGovern who has a home in Stevensville, MT as well as in South Dakota. He was a gracious recipient. The Billings Gazette has declared this Award as one of the most prestigious in Montana.

My own prayer is for Peace. Several years ago I was asked to lead the Invocation at one of our Board Meetings. It went like this:

God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob; God of Jesus, Mary and Joseph; God of Sharon and Arafat; Almighty God, maker of heaven and earth; we pray for your presence in the lives of all, and we pray that the peace that passes understanding might prevail in our lives, and in a world torn by war and genocide. We seek your blessing and your guidance in our work as an Institute for Peace. In the Spirit of the Christ we pray. Amen.

Update

But not much to update. I suppose one does not have to add a title. I spent most of the morning in West Billings doing some shopping. Some coupons to cash in at Costco. And a need to stop off to get some milk. Went past the Par-3 golf couse where I've spent a lot of time in past years, but not since my left knee went bad. That showed up mostly on our trip to upstate NY for the Taylor Family Reunion in 2005. Anyway - the parking lot at the course was pretty full. It seemed that most of the players were on the driving range warming up. I did my chores yesterday by raking the evergreen cones off the front yard. The neighbors have a really big evergreen which gives me a lot of shade in the late afteroon so raking is not to bad in recompense. This afternoon it is Coffee with my Democrat friends and then to the Court House to liscence the car. One of my fondest memories is Betty and I each writing a substantial check for the '05 Honda Accord two years ago for the trip east. the '95 which we had bought 12 years ago this month is still running in good order.